Sep 20, 2013
Yesterday, i saw a lady sitting quietly a snug corner of the coffee shop where i work. she sat sipping her tea and waiting patiently for her lunch. Then as I walked by, she picked up a book. Yellowed pages, musty smell, and ripped cover. She began to read. I smiled as I watched her from the counter, she didn't even look up when her meal was brought to her. She was so engrossed in her book; a brand new adventure to follow.
Tomorrow I am turning sixteen, my new adventure. I am looking forward to it, ready to meet the world of driving, new independence, longer working hours, and more responsibility. However, I still don't feel as sixteen ought to; i feel like a twelve year old, covered in pimples, insecure, and so not ready to grow up. But isn't this what life is about; meeting new challenges even if you feel small?
When that lady had finished her meal, she sat there for another hour, still reading and slowly turning the dog-eared pages. When she finally left i saw her put the book in her bag and close it with regret. But the adventure wasn't over yet, i imagined her going to the library, or an old book store and finding a new book; a brand new adventure to follow.
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